“Ah, then you would get yourself in trouble! Don’t do anything of that sort, I beg of you! Tell me all about it, Miss Lindsay. I’m sure I can help—and if not, won’t it relieve you to talk it over? What is the new development?”
“Oh, only that probably I shall next be suspected of the Gleason murder!”
“Yes?” Manning Pollard didn’t look so intensely surprised as Phyllis had anticipated.
“Oh, I know Millicent has foolishly said that I did it—but she didn’t mean it. She’d suspect anybody from the mayor to the cook! But, now, that little chorus girl—or whatever she is—has said that I was in the room with Mr Gleason, when he——”
“When he was killed! Oh, no!”
“Why, she practically says that. It seems she was there herself.”
“She was there! When Mr Gleason was shot!”
“Oh, she couldn’t have been—could she? But—you see I don’t know exactly what she said——”
“Then don’t try to quote her, but tell me what you do know. Did she try to implicate you?”
“Yes—I think she did.”